Category Archives: Poetry

What the Poor Do

My poem, What the Poor Do, in The New Verse News.    

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Trace fossils

I have evidence of a woman who loved me so completely, traces of her linger in cells that line my cheek and ear. All the years together we traveled, miles ribboning behind us as if we might outlast it all. … Continue reading

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Bring Back Our Girls: Our Naked Mothers Walk

Our mothers walk naked through Abjua, as if flesh that made us could rescue us. Someone must be watching. Our fathers, armed with love and bows come for us, too. They know this Sambisa forest, snakes as lethal as these … Continue reading

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Tough Love

We bury our children whole. All the tools and love In our hands spun out Of our control, destroyed What we meant to flourish. There is no going back From this pile of rocks And dirt under which bright Lives … Continue reading

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Frozen

I no longer remember why I hated My mother, such strong words For pass-a-day disputes. She was a girl Herself, and I, hers. What she knew Of love and safety, to me, a long list Of should-nots built on her … Continue reading

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Unborn, Day 28

Your replicating cells divide my life. Books warns I may not love you at first, but how not love this ordinary magic cells wild with separate lives? Though you trespass here, I welcome you. I succumbed to whims that vanished … Continue reading

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That Would Be singing

We had gone as far as the road Could take us. We’d come to other forks, Made up our minds, made do. This place, though, we gave up Our fancy machines and traveled On by foot. Sometimes, we still laughed, … Continue reading

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Heart Failure

My heart surrendered. Too many years beating for the wrong Reasons–sure, got the blood going Where it needed to be, kept the brain On top of itself, all the billion cells Cavorting in the dance of division. But in all … Continue reading

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January Drifts

We will not gather here again. You slip through time, I stand On a vacant shore. Your small boat Catches waves, drifts, swells, Whitecaps and breakers. We might once Have toyed with these, or, toppled, righted. Anymore, we are stranded. … Continue reading

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Weather

Where we lived, nothing blew over. We kept our fingers to the air and instruments around the house. We kept our gizmos to the weather. Even when it did not affect us, we knew to be prepared. We could see … Continue reading

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